Gaystoryman’s Gay Fiction

Silent Sam

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

The dinner plates were removed, and it was time for dessert, which was the usual cookies & tea, as Sam sat back, enjoying the home cooked meal. It was his usual appearance at Brad’s house, and like clockwork, he had shown up at 6pm, sat down, and ate dinner. Nothing unusual there, nor was the silence as he methodically ate what was placed before him.

Yet, as he waited for the tea, he felt the silence a bit more than normal. For years now, he had been a regular Monday dinner guest of Brad. He liked Brad, had gone to school together, grew apart, but as adults had once again renewed their friendship. It had come from the loss of his own parents, and Brad’s as well.

Brad was a few years older than him, considerably thinner too. He had a shaggy cut of thick brown hair, that matched his eyes. It suited his thin face, and pale thin lips as well, while for himself, he was as tall, plus heftier too. He was more of an indoor type, while Brad was the outdoor type. He worked in landscaping, for himself. That impressed Sam, who was one of those fortunate souls that had it all given to them.

His family had been well off, and set things up so he didn’t have to worry. In fact, not much was ever expected of him, and his work experience wouldn’t even fill more than a line or two at best. He led a good life, went his own way, had his own home, fully paid for. One of the perks of being pampered, though he never really thought of it that way. Brad on the other hand, was a working man, who loved to get dirty, loved to enjoy the fruits of his work.

Sam enjoyed his life of leisure, and the Monday dinners were something he also enjoyed. It was someone to talk with, to be around. Yet it never really seemed like they did much but eat, trade a few words, then it was all over. For himself, he didn’t have a social life, while Brad at times could be quite the party animal.

While Brad was 35, and Sam was nearing that magic age of 40, Brad still looked like he was no more than 25. Oh, his face had a few more wrinkles, his skin a bit tougher looking, but he was fit enough to pass as some just out of college stud. Sam never really thought of Brad that way, because as far as he was concerned, he wasn’t a fudge packer.

Brad always seemed to be going into a relationship, or coming out of one, and while dinner was quiet, he managed to always hear about the latest fling, or the latest heart throb. It didn’t bother him, though lately he had been feeling a bit jealous. It wasn’t that he wanted a guy, or a girl even, just that he wanted someone. It was nice to be your own boss, to go as you pleased, do what you pleased, but it was becoming boring.

More than that, it was lonely. It was why he felt lost, when the odd Monday dinner got cancelled. He just felt like his contact with the outside world had been broken. Brad was lucky, he always seemed to have someone phoning, someone to talk with. Sam sat there, finally realizing at what Brad had been saying.

For the first time in years, he felt uncomfortable around Brad. The way he had stared at him, watching him, was strange. At first he thought it might be that Brad had a date or something, but as the dinner had worn on, it was evident there was more to it. It was halfway through, that he had his first hint, which he more or less ignored, unsure how to respond. Silence had been his saviour, but he knew it wasn’t going to suffice.

Looking up as Brad placed the cookies out, and his cup of tea, he knew it was something he had always been afraid of. Intimacy was never something he had experienced. He had dates as a kid, here and there, but they never went very far. Hell, sex wasn’t a topic of discussion in his home, at any time. Now here he was, nearly 40 and basically a virgin.

Yes, he had his dick sucked, had it inside a vagina too, but they were incidents he would most rather forget, than remember. Now here was Brad, bringing all that up in a way he had never allowed himself to consider. Adding the sugar to the tea, he could see Brad wasn’t going to let it go. He had that determined look, the one that had more or less frightened him as a teenager, and still did.

As he twirled the spoon, trying to gain time, he realized just how empty his whole life had been. The only girls he had known, were too fragile, too precious for him to touch. Then too, he was never willing to get close, and other than Brad and Ken, he never allowed himself to get close with guys either. He had thought about sex, he knew how to jerk off, but he never quite enjoyed it.

During High School it had been a torment for him, as so many seemed preoccupied by pursuing it, which he never did. It was hard, and he had never figured out the attraction. Jerking off had been difficult, even with the various magazines he had bought. It just never clicked, never really gave him much joy, now here was Brad, changing all that. Or trying to.

As an adult, sex became a childish hobby. Ejaculation was something that happened at night, alone, while asleep. It meant laundry, not satisfaction for him. As to jerking off, he found less interest in it once he was out of High School. In fact, it was rarely a conscious thought, until he had renewed his friendship with Brad. For some mysterious reason, he found his desire to stroke himself off renewed, almost at the same time that the Monday night dinners began.

Yet for him, the images in his mind was never of Brad, or any guys. Hell it wasn’t even about girls, but was more about good times. There weren’t many of those, but enough that would bring him to ejaculation. He had to admit, he did feel better, but to sit here now, to think of taking that further, was unthinkable. Yet he was actually thinking of it, wondering what it would feel like.

The time he had gone to Europe, to sit and watch the sun rise over the steeples of Moscow, had been something to behold. That he had watched it by himself never seemed to matter, until tonight. It was one of his images, when he would jerk off, when he would take his pants down, and lay on the bed, and just reach down and stroke himself.

He would see the rays of sun begin to lighten the sky, to see little glints of light reflect off the copper roof tops of the various spires, steeples of the churches. His hand would go faster, as his mind would replay that mornings view, of the sun gradually rising, of the light beams turning into strange colors from the metal tops. All of it, would get his heart beating, his lungs aching, as he jerked himself. And as his mind would flash the memory of the sun finally being shown, of the brilliant lights flashing across the entire expanse, he would feel his sticky cum flow through his fingers.

His session done, he would lay there, happy at the memory, pleased with himself. Then too, he would feel a bit guilty, a bit uneasy, but it would pass. He wouldn’t let it ruin the utter peace he was feeling inside, and now Brad was making him think about that unease, about that guilt.

Looking over at his friend, he realized that he was feeling something strange inside. He actually was aroused, least his penis was. That too was strange, because while it happened when in High School, as an adult he rarely felt any such urges, any such discomfort. For a moment, he felt anger at Brad, then at himself. It wasn’t his usual meal, which made him angry as well. Sam finally stopped stirring the tea, and looked at Brad, as he sipped his first taste.

The eyes were fixed on him, taking every movement in, waiting. It was like he really did expect an answer, and not a negative one either. How strange, he thought, as he sipped the tea, and stared back. Did Brad really expect him to acquiesce? If he did, he was going to be in for a rude shock, but then too, the notion of accepting Brad’s proposal, was growing on him. For some bizarre reasoning, it had made sense.

After all, Brad did the cooking, the dishes. He bought the food, came up with the menu for the night, and all Sam contributed was his presence. The meals weren’t bad, decent food and not cheap utility dishes either. Roast some nights, fresh fish other times. They weren’t cheap, so maybe Brad’s proposal wasn’t out of line?

The more he allowed himself to think about it, to see it as a more or less reimbursement, the less distasteful it was. In some ways, it was rather an exciting notion. Judging by his body’s reaction, not an unpleasant one either. Yet, how could he? It was not like he knew the first thing about how to go about it, or even show his acceptance?

Looking over at Brad, he felt himself lost in the possibility of actually agreeing, of not just leaving as was his first thought. Besides, that would be rude, by his standards. The man had fed him, he owed him a reply, or at least some excuse of why he wasn’t about to provide him with his due. Then too, did he want to walk out? Doing so would mean an end to his Monday nights, and frankly, it was the highlight of his week.

Watching television, reading books, even surfing the Internet was poor compensation for the 90 minutes he spent with Brad. Did he really want to end that, over his unwillingness to provide compensation for his meal? It just didn’t seem right. He pushed his chair back, as he usually did when he was having his tea, but this time, he also pushed it to one side, to expose more of himself.

Brad had watched it all, and Sam saw the small curl of his lips, the hint of a smile forming around the thin lips. He found the image rather interesting, rather amazing really. Sam couldn’t explain why, but it had a rather invigorating reaction to his body. Nerves were starting to tingle, sort of like he had felt going up for the first time in a Roller Coaster.

The build up was the same feeling, though a bit more intense as he felt his forehead getting hot, his face a bit flushed, and even sweat on the palms of his hands. It was just like that time, one more of his favourite images, and looking at Brad, he could see the sparkle in the man’s eyes. It was as if he too was feeling what he was, which wasn’t possible, or was it?

As odd as it was, he rather was pleased at the idea that someone could feel as he did. He glanced down, then lifted his eyes upwards, as Brad stood up and moved over towards him. He just watched as Brad came next to him, perhaps the closest they had ever been, physically. It was strange, to smell his perfume, and some other aroma, that was most pungent, yet pleasing. His eyes questioned Brad, but found no response, as he sat there, just staring at his friend. He took it all in, the hair that glimmered in the light from the dining room light. The eyes that seemed to be sparkling and the face that seemed aglow from some inner light. It all was taken in, but unprocessed.

Yet as he stared, he also noticed the bulge, the protruding fabric of the man’s jeans, as he stood close by. He felt the heat radiating from him as Brad stood next to his hand. He was looking down, his eyes doing the talking, his body adding the punctuation marks. It all felt bizarre, macabre, yet exhilarating. Sam could feel his heart beating, feel his pulse racing a bit, as his hand seemed to move on its own, the fingers tentative, shaky even, as they reached up towards Brad’s waist.

That first touch felt like he had put his hand into a thunderbolt. He felt the charge, the excitement, racing towards him, jolting him in a way that made him tremble. His hand pulled back, scared, then was once more at Brad’s waist. It was like he was watching some television show, not actually doing anything. It wasn’t his mind controlling his hand, but some outside force, some other entity actually touching the waist of another man.

Glancing up, he saw Brad licking his lip, the tongue moving slowly across the lower lip, as his hand pulled at the button, to pop it. He felt the excitement, almost as if it was something real, something with substance to it, that could be touched, cut, folded, whatever. He felt giddy, excited just as when he had been given his first puppy dog.

His hand shook, the fingers fumbled as they finally found the strength to undo the button, and actually unzip the zipper. The aroma that wafted up to his nostrils, made his eyes water a bit. It was a scent he finally recognized, the smell of an aroused male. Looking up, he found himself smiling, as Brad just looked down at him, urging him on only with his expression, with his eyes. Sam saw the look, the strange glint, understanding it, at last.

In some mystical way, he knew his own eyes were exhibiting the same glint, the same desire, which only made his fingers work faster, work less hesitantly. He broke off the eye contact, to stare down at Brad’s crotch, to see his fingers pull the zipper all the way down, to push aside the jeans, exposing the man’s underwear. As well as the more pronounced lump that was tenting the boxer shorts Brad wore.

The trembling stopped, his whole body seemed to become like a piece of granite. It was as if his lungs stopped billowing, his heart refused to beat, as his eyes took in the huge lump, that stared at him. His body was rock still, as he watched Brad push the pants out of the way, so only his boxer shorts were left. As he slowly let out his breath, felt the ache in his chest, he knew he wanted to see more, to gaze at more than the light blue fabric.

His fingers somehow obeyed the un-thought thought. They reached up, taking hold of the elastic waist band, and began to push downwards, to reveal the hidden treasure. He saw the dark pubic hairs springing out, felt the resistance from the long tubular object that was pushing them out, until finally it sort of just appeared. Like magic, the thickened pole was out, and Sam leaned back in his chair, surprised by its size, by its appearance.

It was nothing like his own, and despite being nearly 40, it still was a surprise. Gym in school was not one of his more pleasant recollections, and to actually be confronted with an erect penis was to say the least, riveting. Sam had a strange feeling inside, one of wonder, one of desire too, that surprised him, as his finger touched the hot pole. He felt it tremble, felt the blood inside of his body rushing, felt it boiling as his body shuddered. It was odd, nothing like when he held his own penis, nothing like he imagined he could feel.

Maybe it was the hormones, or just the heat, but he felt elated, giddy even. His face was in a huge smile, his eyes were wide open, as he let his finger run lightly over the throbbing pole. He felt the ridges, felt the veins, felt the flow of blood through each pulsing vein. It all made him feel hot, feel like he was floating. Strange thoughts were pushing forward, thoughts he never had allowed himself to consider, as his finger moved along the pole, touching, feeling it quiver.

Sam felt the sticky goo oozing from the tip, and strangely he watched his finger take it, then move slowly towards his own mouth. He couldn’t be doing what he was, but he was. He felt the finger near his mouth, felt his tongue dart out and actually lick at the sticky goo on the finger. He felt his body groan, felt it shiver, stutter even, as the taste made its way through his senses.

Looking up, he saw a glazed look filling Brad’s face. He saw his cheeks sink inwards, as Brad was breathing rapidly, enjoying the sensation of his touch. His touch, his mind was telling him, which made him ache in ways he had never felt. His legs twitched and the muscles in his biceps were also twitching, quivering uncontrollably. Sam wasn’t sure what was happening, but he liked it. It was eerie, but also amazingly pleasurable.

He let his hand move back, to wrap the fingers around the throbbing pole, to slide down towards Brad’s crotch, to press up into the belly, to push at the hair, at the soft flesh. He could feel the tremors inside, from his touch, again feeling amazed at how he could be creating such emotions. It was odd, yet invigorating. His body was enjoying it, as he let his hand move back up the trembling shaft, then circle around the hot sweating head. More of the sticky goo was there, that he smeared across the hot skin, down the searing skin of the penis.

He began to speed up, feeling Brad’s excitement. Somehow it made him go faster, then slower, then faster. Odd how he was enjoying it, feeling the throb of the skin, feeling the blood moving beneath his touch. He could hear Brad as his breathing grew shallow, more rapid, more intense. Sam didn’t look up, enthralled by the motion of his hand and the way it made the thick pole vibrate, shake.

His fingers held the skin tightly, as it moved up and down the pole. The tips brushing against the scrotum, feeling them shake, feeling them tighten even as his hand moved back up the shaft, back around the head. Sam watched the skin grew even tighter, saw the veins swelling as his hand moved up and down. The speed was constantly increasing, his grip growing tighter, as Brad groaned from above.

Sam saw the legs tighten, saw the thighs flinch, as the muscles grew taut. He could see his friends hair standing upright, waving in the room’s air. It was as if they were trying to feel his presence, as if some sort of radar. His eyes couldn’t help but notice the balls sway, to his touch, or how the lower calves seemed to quiver.

His hand motion was a blur, as it sped along that long pole. The sticky goo was no longer oozing, but he could tell that something would soon fill that void. The sound of Brad’s voice growing more strident was a sign he recognized. It was like his own, when he would stroke himself, when his images of fond memories would reach their apex. It was the hard breathes, the gurgle in the voice, the thickness of the pole, that told him what was to happen. Still he couldn’t help but keep his eyes watching, to hold the shimmering cock head in his vision.

He felt himself licking his lips, felt his own body trembling, as the thighs were now vibrating. Brad was saying something, but he didn’t understand it. His ears were filled by the sound of his own beating heart. The thunder of it was amazing, making him shake, as his hand flew along the pole. The heat was intense, the taut skin burning his own palms, as he went even faster.

The loud cry broke through the thundering echo in his ears. He felt the penis pull back, felt the legs shake so hard that they too blurred. Then he felt it, the hot splatter flow through his clenched hand, breaking past between his fingers, and hitting his own stomach. Even through his sweater, he felt the hard jolts of the liquid hitting, felt the force as it blew past his fingers.

He was shaking as the penis jerked back and then came rushing forward, then reared back again, and again. Each time the force of liquid grew less, but it still managed to get past his hand, still managed to work past his fingers. The last stream just barely working through, dripping down the back of his hand.

The body before him shook, as the last milky liquid dribbled out, down his hand. Sam felt like his whole body had just run a marathon. He was weak, his arm dropped to his side, and he leaned fully back in the chair. His legs ached, drained. His face felt flushed, but his chest continued to heave, as he struggled for air. His heart ached, as the wild pounding began to settle, to calm down to its normal steady beat.

Looking up, he saw Brad’s face, saw his eyes flicker, then open. He looked down at Sam, a warm smile across his face, as he bent forward, and pulled his shorts up, then his pants. His chest was still heaving a bit, but it was calming down, as Brad took his seat. He leaned back, staring at Sam. He looked exhausted, as he himself figured he looked. Brad wiped his forehead, then stared at Sam for a few minutes.

‘Pot Roast for next Monday okay with you?’

‘Garlic bread?’

‘Yep’

‘Okay, sounds good to me.’

He got up, not even noticing the dried cum on his sweater, as he picked up his jacket. Monday was over, but he knew he would have some good images to think about until next week’s Pot Roast.

 

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Joe the Painter

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

Part of him wished he could have gone with his folks up to the cabin for the week, but then he had met Harley & Joe, the two painters his folks had hired to redo the living room and dining area. His disappointment at being asked to stay, to supervise, dissipated the instant he had laid eyes on Joe.

Coming home for spring break and going to the family cabin had been on his mind for months, and it had been dashed by his mother’s penchant for decorating. How his father had put up with it for all those years still puzzled him, but then his father was a puzzle to him. Even now, at the ripe old age of 22, he didn’t understand him.

It wasn’t like he was dense, he did pretty good in business, was what one would call successful, if the house and all was any indication. Yet he never seemed to stand up to her, but then not many ever did. Those foolish enough to try quickly learned how formidable she could be.

Yet as they had left that morning, the way his father had looked at him, had asked if he was sure he didn’t mind staying, made him wonder just what did his father know? He had that knack, of seeing beyond, getting into a person’s head, but there was no way he could know, not about that. The one thing Vince had learned a long time ago, was how to deflect certain questions, how to cover what he truly felt.

For him it was about survival. All those private schools, the forced endurance at camps for the elite of their society, had taught him a lot. He knew how to hide, how to present one thing, while seeking the exact opposite. College had only heightened that sense of self protection, so no way, not a chance that even his father could know, still. The way he had looked, it was uncanny, but somehow Vince felt like he did know.

He shrugged it off, as he opened the door to the boys. Harley was the senior of the two, and was all business. If there was one word needed to describe Harley, it would be Focussed. He was almost 20, had a solid build to him, though the shaggy brown hair didn’t seem to match his demeanor.

It was his focus that had impressed his mother, which wasn’t easy to do. She had given Harley the job, while at the same time pointing out to Vince that he should be a bit more focussed, like Harley appeared to be. Just like her, and it wasn’t said in private either. He rather did resent her lectures at times, but then he met Joe, Harley’s assistant.

Joe didn’t impress his mother, but he sure impressed Vince. He was just 18, had the same shaggy brown hair, though a bit lighter due to his time in the sun. His skin was more bronzed than Harley’s, and it was a surprise when he found out Joe was actually Harley’s younger brother. In some ways they looked alike, but not in attitude.

While Harley used his words sparingly, Joe was like a non stop faucet of jabber. Not only was he more personable, but damn he had a nice body. One toned by his constant surfing, and being out in the sun. Just one of the few tidbits that had come gushing out from a mouth that just seemed to beg to be kissed. Least that was how Vince saw it.

The disappointment of not going to the cabin for the week was eased by the knowledge that he’d be seeing Joe. To be able to just take him in, to watch him move around would be worth staying in town for. Then too, he did have the wild idea of maybe doing a bit more than just watching.

Maybe it was a gaydar thing, or something, but he felt a connection with Joe, sort of as if they were on the same wave length. The way Joe would stare at him, when talking about surfing, about the time he lost his shorts. How his eyes had strayed down towards Vince’s crotch, just couldn’t be coincidence. It had to have been deliberate, just as his own eyes had checked the 18 year old out, while he talked about it. Specially the part where his fellow surfers razzed him, which seemed to get a bit of rise in the jeans he wore.

While it could be an over active imagination, there was something about how Joe looked at him, talked to him. The way he seemed to never talk about the girls on the beach, only how the ‘dudes’ liked his style or such. Vince could agree to that, as Joe was hot. He had nice sun bleached shaggy hair, locks that seemed to curl naturally, giving him a bit of a girlish look.

Though staring at him, there was nothing girlish about his build. For an eighteen year old, he was built. Nice long legs, that were solid looking, least the way they filled out the jeans indicated as much. His shirt, always a tight fitting t-shirt seemed to highlight his flat stomach and rather well developed chest. Not bad for an eighteen year old, or hell, a twenty two year old. The guy was solid, the arms full, but it was his face that made Vince drool.

The soft golden skin, nary a pimple or even a sign of stubble, as so many wore these days. Smooth as a baby’s bottom some would say, but he didn’t care what they’d say, if he could just run his hand down the side, feel his lips touch that perfect mouth. He would die a happy man, if Joe was his last fling on earth. And that was from just seeing him twice, and now he would be more or less alone with him for a week.

His problem was how to get him alone, to get him away from Harley. Then too, to shag him with another guy around, well that too was getting him a bit excited. The thrill of doing someone like Joe, of being caught, was a rush. It made for an interesting problem, and here they were, ready to begin work and he without a plan of attack, yet.

As he tried to think of some scheme, to be alone with Joe, he began to pick up on the strange vibes between both of them. It was while they were putting the fancy furniture into the centre of the room, to drape with protective plastic, that he first picked up that not all was well among the brothers. The way Harley seemed more terse than normal, even a bit angry, while Joe seemed to be a bit more stand offish. Sort of as if they had a fight, and were still fighting, without really saying much.

It was more obvious when they had all the stuff stacked, and covered, and Joe asked him if there was someplace for him to change. Harley glared, and sort of seemed ready to explode, but Joe just ignored him. It also was an opening that Vince seized, suggesting he could use his old room.

Leaving to head upstairs, Harley was shaking his head, and glaring, but seemed like he had accepted defeat. Least that was how Vince was seeing it, and somehow it looked like Joe to was taking it that way. To say it was odd, was an understatement as they made their way up to Vince’s room, where he let him in, just allowing to door to more or less close behind him. He really was enthralled by how good Joe looked in those jeans.

Standing in the room, he was about to leave, when Joe turned around, yapping as usual, but now his eyes focused on Vince, as he also reached behind, to shut the door firmly, to hear it latch. Rather a surprising move, that got Vince’s pulse racing a little.

Before he could even think of speaking, he noticed Joe was already stripping his shirt off. It was as if the guy had wanted him to stay, to watch, which only made the pulse race a bit more. He was a bit taken aback, as he noticed Joe undo his pants, and unzip them. It was then that he began to hear the words, the mile a minute talking that was now talking about him, about how Joe was attracted to him, how he hoped he didn’t mind him being so forward, but he didn’t believe in wasting time beating around the bush.

It was all so fast, so hurried that he wasn’t sure he was hearing him right, and only managed a few stuttering half words, that got him a huge warm smile. It was amazing, but it was like the sun had just burst into the room, and he found himself laughing, feeling totally relaxed, though lost as to what was really going on.

The sound of metal thudding on the floor made him wake up, or at least come out of his trance. There he was, in his room, and there was Joe, standing nearly nude in front of him, his eyes bearing into his, and he felt like he was totally out of his league. The golden skin seemed to just glow as he stared at it, then as his eyes moved down, he saw the white jockey shorts, tented and looking very full.

The hair on his thighs was nearly white, bleached by the sun, but it was the huge tent shape that held his eyes, that made him blink several times. It wasn’t a dream, what he had heard had been correct, the guy wasn’t joking when he said he didn’t beat around the bush. He was stripping, expecting some action, which was beyond Vince’s own fantasies. Looking up at Joe, he saw the smile, the glint in the eyes, and without even realizing it, he was undoing his own pants, pushing them down his legs, as if his hands were acting out of impulse.

As he bent over to pull his pants off his feet, Joe asked if he had any condoms. He looked up, to see he had already taken the shorts off. Staring at him was a huge cock, fully erect. Joe had one hand stroking it, slowly. It was like a huge spear, the way he kept stroking it, aiming it at Vince. Gulping, he managed to croak that he had some by the bed.

Joe only smiled as he turned and walked over. He found the condoms, and just grinned as he turned towards Vince, talking still, telling him how he liked men who didn’t ask a lot of questions. He kept stroking his cock, that Vince couldn’t stop staring at, while he finished undressing. Standing upright, he felt a bit awkward, realizing is cock was not even close to the size of the weapon being aimed at him.

The low whistle made him feel rather proud, though he knew it wasn’t as big as Joe’s seemed to be. It also began to dawn on him, he was about to bottom for a guy he barely knew, and that wasn’t like him. He rarely bottomed for anyone, and only when he really knew them. Yet looking at Joe, the way he held the condom in one hand, his cock in the other, he knew he was about to be ridden like he had never experienced before.

All he could do was grin, as he walked towards the bed, and climb on, looking over his shoulder as Joe merely smiled. Vince saw Joe’s white teeth, the way his nostrils were flaring as he kept checking Vince out, specially his ass. He had to admit to himself, it was one of his better body features, as he turned to lay on the bed, and spread his legs apart. He put his head to one side, grabbing his pillow, and stuffing it under his chest, as he felt the bed creak, sag a little as Joe climbed up behind him.

The first touch of his hands on his back made his whole body tingle. His eyes flickered as he tried to stare back, as the hand moved along his back, then down his cheek, and down his leg. Damn, it felt so soft, so light, that it was giving him the shivers. The way the fingers were just barely touching his skin, brushing lightly over his leg hairs, making them tingle, along with every nerve in his body.

Vince felt like he was in some dream world. Every touch by Joe was so soft, so sensual, he couldn’t believe it, nor the way his body was feeling from it. The lightest touch, and his legs would tremble, the slightest pressure and he found his legs spreading open wider. The pain in his ass was unreal, as he felt the anticipation building up inside.

He wasn’t a fun of being poked, yet as Joe seemed to prepare him, he was almost ready to start begging for it. The way his two cheeks were twitching, the sort of strange ache between them, making him sweat a little. It was abnormal for him to feel this way, as the fingers just moved up and down his legs, then down and around between. The way the tip of the finger slid across his cheeks, just a bit below the surface of them, not really along the actual valley.

Vince felt his body shaking, felt the rising anticipation, as the finger moved down, then lightly across the base or root of his cock, then along the scrotum, to tease his balls. He felt them shiver, felt the tremor coming as the fingers moved lightly over his testicles, then back up, more inside, more forceful.

The finger pressed up, spreading his cheeks, making them tremble, as it slid upwards, towards his puckered hole. The tip of the finger found it, then slowly circled around it, teasing it, making it quiver, then it went away, further up. He relaxed just for a second, but that was enough, as suddenly the finger was back down, at his hole, and this time it pressed inwards, it spread the hole open, and in a corkscrew motion, was suddenly inside, digging past his surprised muscles.

He cried out, stunned by how quick the penetration was. His body shook, as it also sunk down further into the bed. Groaning, he could feel the finger deep inside of him, pushing his insides wider, and wiggling around, as it slid along the velvet like lining of his hole. It stopped, then began to slide out, as his buttocks quivered, and just when it felt like it would come all the way out, it was suddenly joined by a second finger. It spread his hole even wider, gave him a quick jolt of pain, that was quickly replaced by racing tremors of pleasure.

Both fingers moved in fast, hard and fast, then back out, then in. It was like a mini jack hammer, as he felt them dig in, then pull out, then come back inside, twisting a little, then stop. He felt Joe’s knuckles up near his hole, felt the whole hand spreading his cheeks as well as hearing the man’s grunts, as he twisted his hand around.

Vince could feel himself breathing hard, his chest was starting to hurt, as Joe dug his fingers in hard, then pulled them out, before driving them in again, and again. It made him squirm a bit, then it was over. The pressure was gone, as he drank in the air, filling his nearly empty lungs. Sweat was dripping off his forehead, onto the bed, as he relaxed, but only for a moment. He heard the rip of plastic, and he knew what was coming.

In his mind, he could still see that massive cock, the way it wasn’t dwarfed by the hand that was stroking it, aiming it at him. He could see the rippling veins that surrounded that thick piece of meat, and he bit his lower lip, wondering if he could even take half it, let alone all of it. His legs twitched, as he felt the sudden press of something hot and thick between his cheeks. He heard the spit, then the wet finger push into his hole, then the hard pole was being slid down, wedged tightly between his cheeks.

Gritting his teeth, he waited an eternity, or so it felt, as the massive cock was slowly pushed down between his cheeks. He could feel his legs tighten, feel the muscles grow taut as the hot cock was slid down over his tiny little pink hole. The muscles around were tight, tingling from what was about to happen. He felt it press, felt the enormous pressure of the cock head all across his little hole. He wanted to cry out, to stop it, to not take it, but instead he bit his lower lip. His legs grew even more taut, his muscles even tighter, as Joe began to slowly press down.

Gradually he felt the young man’s weight pressing on him, felt the huge cock splitting his hole open, forcing the muscles back, shredding them even, as the thick head began to enter him. Tears welled up in his eyes, sweat was now pouring from every pore in his body. Every single muscle inside of him was wound up tighter than possible. The pain wasn’t a quick jolt, Joe was making him earn the moment. Torturing him really, as he slowly fed his cock into him, slowly making the muscles release, slowly making him feel the penetrating pain.

It was like a rolling peal of thunder. His body shook, as the cock pressed into him, opening him wider than it had ever been opened. His legs automatically tried to spread further apart, and Vince felt like a wishbone, about to be snapped.

The pain was constant, hard and menacing, yet as it continued to fill his mind, it also felt bearable. It was hard, but it was something his body was willing to accept, to even get accustomed to. His hands were balled up into fists, and he kept clenching them, then releasing them, then clenching them, as Joe continued to slowly feed Vince his cock. It hurt, ached, and then suddenly the worst seemed over, as the cock head was past his muscle, now inside.

In a slow but constant motion, the whole cock was slid deep into his body. He cried out now, feeling the release of his emotions. His chest ached, his heart was pounding as his legs quivered, as the whole cock was gradually driven into him. His cheeks were shaking, sweating too, and the drops of sweat were filling and running around the thick pole stuck inside of him. Vince was moaning, as Joe began to slowly pull out, then push back in. It was slow and careful, and methodical.

His body began to tremble, as he felt the slow rhythm like motion, and soon began to move in sync with it. As Joe would push down, his body would push up, as Joe pulled out, his body would fall down. He felt the drops of sweat on his back, from Joe, and he could even feel the odd brush of his hair as he began to move his body in and out faster. His breathing was hard too, blowing across his back, cooling the rivers of sweat that were running along his spine.

Joe was huffing, moaning almost as much as Vince was. It was amazing, but he had taken it, had that huge pole in his ass, and damn it felt good too. The pleasure was intense, the way the waves rolled up and down inside of him, making him moan his enjoyment. It was all amazing, as the motion grew harder, faster even. Joe was starting to pump hard now, the odd little twist, making the cock inside jerk, making it strike against his insides.

Everything seemed dark too, his eyes were as tightly clenched close as his mouth was. He could taste the blood from his lip, where his teeth had bitten into the soft flesh, but he didn’t care, as he felt the bed rock to the steady even motion, that only grew more intense. His body was in perfect harmony with Joe, and each downward thrust from Joe, was met by the loud smack of flesh striking flesh, as his own body shot upwards, to meet.

He could feel the cock inside of him, feel the huge pole throb, as it dove into him, pull out, then dove back in. Soon it was short quick thrusts, quicker and shorter, as the breathing became labored, more shallow. He felt the body on top of him tremble, felt his own body shake, then suddenly there was a huge cry, and the thundering pile driving sensation was gone. He felt strangely empty, but even as he tried to fathom what had happened, his body shook, as the first hard splatter of warm liquid careened across his backside.

It wasn’t until the second splattering stream had nearly finished, that he realized Joe was shooting his load across his back. His cheeks clenched tight, his legs shot out, as the muscles in his back seemed to just ripple, shiver, as more of the sticky milk was shot across his backside. He cried out, trying to turn over, and managed to just in time to see the last shot of cum fly from the thickened cock head. He saw it leave, the small grey blobs as they exploded outwards, down onto his own stomach. Vince felt them strike, felt their heat, as the liquid splattered and spread across his belly.

Then it was all over, and Joe was staring down at him, a look of exhaustion across his face, as he leaned back on his haunches, his cock starting to soften. His eyes however, seemed to be full of life still, as they stared down at Vince, as they looked at the drying cum on his belly.

Vince watched as Joe slowly stood up, and reached over to grab the folded pair of coveralls he had brought up with him. He managed to climb into them, while still staring over at Vince. The smile on his face told him he was pleased, and as he slipped into his runners, he looked over at his fallen street clothes. He then looked up at Vince.

‘Okay if I leave them here? I’ll pick them up after we call it a day, and uh, maybe I can snag a ride home with you later, I think Harley will be leaving early, if that’s okay?’

Vince just smiled, feeling the emptiness inside of his ass, wondering what it would feel like to have Joe back inside, and for a bit longer.

 

Waiting for Jim

By Ian Kovnats (Gaystoryman)

Copyright © 2008 ? All Rights Reserved

It was crazy, totally implausible, yet here he was, once again standing at the bus stop, looking for that car to come cruising by. Wes knew, in his heart, that it was stupid, even a bit weird, to hope that a year later, he would find him again. Not like he really needed to hunt for a pick up, after all he was 20, had a decent body, and he knew how to please. Least all of his past dates told him that.

Still, this was different. To start with, Jim was way older than he was. While he joked that he was ‘only 37’ there was no doubt that he was way past that. The snow colored hair, thinning a bit, was a sure sign of that, but not his body. The guy had a killer bod, but more than that, he was nice. That in itself was enough to want to be with him again, and again.

It was a bit chilly, and he pulled his jacket a bit closer around his own thin body. He only weighed just under 140, soaking wet, but the guys liked that. Even Jim had commented on how good he looked, that first time they had met. There had been a second time, and a third before he had left to head back home.

Wes really wished that he didn’t have to leave, and he did mention he might be back in a year, which would be exactly today. Stupid to hope he’d find him again, yet in a year, there hadn’t been anyone who had pleased him as much as Jim had. He had a few since, and not one of them had been able to excite him.

It was like he had been spoiled or something by that older man. The way he had been able to sneak past his reserve, his wall. He had made their time together more than just the sex, which was pretty damn good, in itself. It was more, and he really wanted that again, to feel that special.

For Wes, sex had always been a way of escaping the daily crap, the grind that seemed to never end. He enjoyed the partying at the bar, when he went. He loved the attention the old farts paid him, even the free drinks they would send, hoping for a taste. Rarely did he give in to their desires, though just enough now and then to keep their interest, and the free drinks.

After all, why spend his own cash on drinks, when others were willing? Not like he was some tart or whore either. Sex to him was about having fun, no matter with who. At least, until he had met Jim. Somehow he changed how he looked at sex, at whipping the pecker out for a quick slurp, or hand job.

Jim had spoiled him, he realized that, and no matter how hard he had tried, no one had come close to giving him the same thrill. Even when he finally had his chance with Cory. That should have been a time of not just pure pleasure, but ultimate satisfaction. He had been chasing Cory since High School, and when he finally got him to his place, it was no different than any other stud.

Even the fact that Cory was uncut, and hung, didn’t seem to add much to their fling. It should have, he loved dicks that were uncut. To be able to pull back on that skin, to see the pink head stick out, then fall back into hiding, was super thrill. To lick at the skin, feel it tighten, and then find the moist head, poking out, wanting its turn was something that always made him moan with desire.

Jim was cut, yet he had moaned and groaned a damn site louder sucking on his dick, than on Cory’s. It wasn’t Cory’s fault either, the guy was into it, and it showed. He liked to have Wes licking his dick, then his balls. He would moan, swayed a bit too as he worked his tongue across the foreskin, making the head pop out all on its own. It should have thrilled him too, but all he could think of was how Jim tasted, how he had trembled as he had worked his tongue around the cap, licking at the hot flesh.

Cory had quivered a little, but not like Jim had. And when Cory had placed his hands on Wes’ shoulders, it wasn’t the same as when Jim had. Oh they felt good, strong too, and had dug into his skin, while he worked his mouth up and down Cory’s throbbing shaft, but it just wasn’t the same.

Jim’s hands had been firm, but they didn’t hurt, didn’t dig in and make him wince, as Cory’s did. It wasn’t fair to be comparing the two, but for some reason he couldn’t get Jim out of his mind, while he was doing Cory. It was like his mind was trying to find reasons to not let him enjoy his moment. Trying to dampened his desire, or at least keep his expectations down.

The taste of Cory’s cock was strong, but then most uncut men had a stronger taste, more pungent odor than cut dicks. In the past it was a turn on, yet he kept finding it hard to enjoy, thinking instead of that scent that Jim had. It had been a mixture of man, as well as something else. Maybe it had been the man’s after shave, or cologne, but he could still smell it, and it still had the same effect. It would get his own dick hard, still make him quiver a little, as it was doing now.

The whole night with Cory, was unbelievable. It was good, just not in the way it had been with Jim. With Jim he felt like he wasn’t working at pleasing the older man, or for that matter that Jim was trying to please him. It was more like they were in sync, that they just knew what each other wanted. It wasn’t quite that way with Cory.

Like when Cory pushed his legs apart, and began to lick at his balls. It was hot, felt amazing too, but it just wasn’t there. It was hard to put into a thought he could understand. The way Cory worked his tongue up and around his balls, the way the tip had flicked out underneath, to tease him, to tickle and taste him between his cheeks, just below his quivering hole. It was amazing, and yet just not enough.

When he had taken each of his balls into his mouth, had swirled them around, licking at the tough skin, nibbling even, it had made him moan, groan even. Still there were no flashing explosions of lights, no rapid beat of his pulse into overdrive. Oh, it got his chest heaving, his breath short, but not like it was threatening to make him pass out from lack of air, as it had when Jim had licked him down there.

The way Cory had caressed him was sensual, enticing, and damn pleasing, but just not earth shattering. It had made his cock stiffen, but not like it had threatened to make it shoot, as Jim’s gentle touch had done. Just the pass of his hand over his belly, had nearly made Wes lose it.

If he hadn’t met Jim, his time with Cory would have been perfect. He knew that, yet even as he tried to tell himself he should be happy, glad that he had finally gotten into Cory’s pants, he felt unsatisfied. He still wanted Jim, again.

It was stupid. Cory was his age, had a bit more muscle definition, was fit and trim, and certainly an active sex partner. He knew how to move, how to touch and kiss, and just where to plant those little kisses. He could flick his tongue in just the right way, and when he had rimmed Wes, it was as close to nirvana as he could get, with anyone but Jim. Jim had taken him there, and beyond, and yet hadn’t rimmed him.

Cory had made him weak in the knees, while Jim had made him shudder, made him collapse, unable to stand. That was the real difference, though he had to admit, second best with Cory was still miles ahead of anyone else. The way Cory had licked his valley, had teased his hole until he was begging for it, almost crying for the desire of feeling Cory’s tongue inside him, was something he had never really experienced before. And Cory didn’t disappoint either.

The way he would let his tongue dart in, then twirl it around inside. The way he would let it lick deep and long the very insides of his butt, was still something that got him a bit excited. Hell, the hard on he had right now was aching, that he was sure the guy sitting next to him had to notice. He was cute too, but he wasn’t here looking for a cute pick up, he wanted to be here, in case Jim really did come back. It was Jim he wanted, even after Cory had made him cum twice.

That had surprised him, the way Cory had been able to get him so hot, so aroused, that he had shot his load twice in their night’s passion. The first had been right after Cory had worked his magic with his tongue, rimming him. He could still feel that raspy edged tongue, the way Cory had curled it up, to make it stiff, to make it dig deeper into his insides, to lick at his silky smooth innards.

God, it had felt so good. How it had pushed in, licked all around inside, then slid out, to lick hard against his trembling valley, making his cheeks shudder, as it went all the way up, then back down. How it had circled his puckered hole, making it ache for more, and how he had given him more too.

In and out it would go, then back to lick his valley, or to slide down, flicking at the root of his hard dick. It would make his balls shake, tremble really as it would flick out, the tip touching the skin, adding to the rolling waves of pleasure that were racing up and down his spine. It all came together, so fast, that he was amazed Cory had noticed.

His balls had swollen, his heart had been pounding, when he felt the tongue come out of his hole, lick at his root, then very lightly lick across his balls. He had moaned, felt his legs stiffen, and before he could scream his pleasure, he felt first one, then the other ball, sucked into Cory’s mouth. He felt the tongue licking hard at his skin, felt them tighten, felt them suddenly tremble, as the explosion built up, unstoppable.

He had hit the sides of the bed, his fists tight, his knuckles white from clenching his hands so tightly. His chest heaved, his whole body was trembling, as each ball was sucked, licked, then he found himself turned over, onto his back. He felt his cock stiffen, felt the swelling as the blood was rushing from his arms, his legs, from everywhere, to thicken his cock.

Cory must have sensed it, because as he realized he was on his back, he felt his cock suddenly being gripped. Wes felt Cory’s fingers take hold of his cock, wrap its fingers tightly around the base of his cock, then it all became a blur to him.

Wes felt the wet lips touch his cock head. He moaned, feeling the lips tighten around the head, slowly moving down. As they did, he felt a strange jolt inside, as Cory began to wiggle a finger near his hole. He felt his head roll from side to side, as the finger gently prodded his hole, as the lips moved down over his head, to slide even further down his throbbing pole. Waves of pleasure were entering his body from his cock and his ass. He couldn’t tell which was which, as they mixed and raced along his entire nervous system. His head was aching, his chest heaving, as the lips moved down, the finger pressed into him.

The penetration was quick, and it didn’t surprise him either. There was no hard racking pain, as his body seemed to suck Cory’s finger inside. It wanted it, and he could feel it fill his tunnel, fill him with its warmth and movement. At the same time he felt the lips down at his groin. Cory’s nose was pressing into his soft belly, to one side, near his quivering thigh muscles. His whole body seemed a mass of quivering muscles, as the finger dug deeper, as the lips seemed to tighten even more around his cock.

He had felt the pleasure, felt the sudden desire exploding deep in his own body. His hips had arched upwards, driving his cock further into Cory’s mouth, but as they pushed up, the finger inside also pushed up, was even joined by a second finger. He cried out, as the two fingers twisted as they pushed upwards. His whole body lifted up into the air, crashing into Cory’s face, that held its position, taking his cock deep down into the throat.

Wes felt the muscles tighten, then relax, as his cock was deep into Cory’s throat. He felt himself shake, felt every nerve tingling, as his body surrendered to the various rolling feelings of pleasure that were racing inside. Every muscle quivered, as his body seemed to just reach up and up, and then explode.

He felt his cum, felt it coating his cock, dribbling out of Cory’s mouth, as his body continued to push up, to keep him in a state of suspended motion. It didn’t make sense, as his body poured its milk out and up. Wes could feel the hot milk sliding back down onto his groin, making his pubic hairs tingle. It was strange, yet amazingly sensual. Sweat suddenly was pouring from every pore in his body, making him hot, making him wet, as his body began to fall down, to end its drive to the heavens.

Then it shook, and arched up a bit more, as more of his milk came flooding out, as his body continued to twist, quiver, and shake. His legs were taut, his toes curled up and aching, as his body continued to tremble from its explosion. He could hear Cory breathing hard, hear his struggle in swallowing all of his cum. Yet all he could do was feel the strange floating sensation, feel the lips holding his cock from sliding out, feel the two fingers still pushing inwards, still pushing his groin upwards, or at least holding it up, off the bed.

Wes couldn’t believe how much cum he shot, how much Cory managed to keep in his mouth, and swallow. As he finally sunk down, to rest on the bed, he could feel every limp twitching, uncontrollably. His arms felt numb, his fingers began to ache as if they had been asleep. His entire body was still shaking, as he felt the head over his cock lift up, as he felt the fingers inside slowly slide out.

Even as he lay there, totally drained, totally exhausted, he still couldn’t help but think of Jim. It had driven him nuts, and yet even now, knowing how much he had enjoyed Cory, how much he had been exhausted by his old school friend’s love making, he still had this insane desire to have Jim.

The honking horn made him look up, as he realized that the guy sitting next to him, was staring. He just grinned as he also realized how hard his cock was, how it was pushing his pants in a tent like appearance. The honking horn blared again, and he stared out, towards the street. His heart skipped several beats, as he recognized the dark blue car. It looked the same, and there behind the wheel, was a white haired man, staring at him, a wide smile across his face.

Wes moved quickly, and was inside the car, before the door had fully opened. He had it closed just as fast, as he stared at him.

‘I knew you’d be back.’

The man laughed, as he put the car into gear and drove on. He reached out, his hand resting on Wes’ leg.

‘Well, I did say I’d be back, and it is the 2^nd of July, I keep my word’

Wes put his own hand on top of the one on his leg. His hand was trembling a little, as he leaned back in the seat. Cory was indeed good, but now he had what he really wanted. He could feel his cock, still hard, but it felt even more excited, than it had, when comparing Cory to Jim.

‘So you did, so you did.’